| I’ve got a great big problem that I can’t fix.
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| I think it’s quarter to three when it’s half past six.
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| Everything’s early or way too late.
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| Now I never can remember the day and the date.
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| Never used to be this much trouble before.
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| I used to watch the clock but not anymore.
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| I used to keep track of the time I’d lose,
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| But now the whole thing has me so confused.
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| I have to find a new job every week or so,
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| 'Cause no one needs a man who’s always fast or slow.
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| Still you’ll get no complaint from me,
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| But what can the answer be?
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| Where does the time go when I’m with you?
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| How many hours do I lose every day?
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| They recombine when I’m missing you,
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| Slowing me down like a digital delay.
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| Where does the time go when I’m with you?
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| Why does it seem like there’s never enough?
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| It’s just like I’m living split in two.
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| Two kinds of time when you’re out and in love.
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| There’s only so much pleasure a man can take,
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| 'Til his brain starts to go and his senses fade.
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| Doesn’t need to eat or drink or sleep.
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| Can’t feel a thing 'cause he’s in too deep.
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| Walks around thinking that the world is fine,
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| While an alien force takes over his mind.
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| And then he throws away every single dime,
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| And the last thing to go is his sense of time.
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| But then if you’re having fun,
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| Who cares if you’re that far gone?
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| They tell me that time’s not free.
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| What did time ever do for me?
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| And if I don’t see that’s wrong,
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| Then maybe I’m too far gone. |